Banging The New Neighbour Sangeeta

Sangeeta Kapoor was at a ripe age of 35 when she landed as a new tenant in the neighborhood. She stood by the truck all morning, supervising the strong, sweaty workers unloading the heavy articles, while her husband disappeared into the house. Every man on the street, including the workers, were slyly feasting on her sexy body.

While some were slyly peeping out of their windows, some men even dared to walk by her house, smiling at her, trying to make small talk. But she shot them all down deftly and continued with her work.

It was another three hours before the truck unloaded everything and left. Sangeeta’s pink saree was in a disarray, and her baby pink blouse was wet with pit stains. She looked cranky and hot and had a perpetual bitch resisting face when it was all over, yet she looked like the sexiest little thing on this planet. Even watching her being fully clothed excited my little member.

It was well past lunch time, and my mom decided to bring Sangeeta and her family some lunch. After all, they were our new neighbours. That’s how mom and I landed at Sangeeta’s doorstep, me holding a few lunchboxes filled with rotis and sabzi, while mom rang the doorbell.

It was a few minutes before the door opened and on the other side stood Sangeeta, wearing a dark purple, sleeveless, satin nighty. Water was still dripping from her hair and her silky smooth fair body. It looked like she had just gotten out of bath. I had an instant hard-on which I covered by placing the lunch bag in front of my crotch.

“Thank you so much didi!” Sangeeta thanked my mom profusely when she was told why we had come. “It’s been so stressful and tiring today, and I had no time to cook yet. I was really wondering what to do about lunch.” She said, inviting us in.

Her husband Anand Kapoor was sitting on the Sofa, reading the day’s newspaper leisurely while the entire house was full of unopened boxes and cartons. Sangeeta ushered us to sit on the sofa, dusting the sofa with her towel to clear away the dust. I could see her boobs jiggling beneath the silky satin and as she bent lower, I was treated to a glimpse of her deep valley between her milky breasts. It was evident that she wasn’t wearing any bra that time.

By the time I took my eyes off the hypnotic boob jiggle, it was too late, and Sangeeta had already caught me staring at her. She simply covered her chest with the dirty towel and smiled at me coyly. I smiled back at her sheepishly, as if apologizing to her.

“Just wait a few minutes, didi. I will empty these boxes and give it to you.” She stood up and started opening a big cardboard box labeled – “Kitchen”.

“No, no, it’s fine. You can give these to me tomorrow”. My mother stood up and stopped her from opening the cardboard box. “You must be hungry, eat first. You can take care of this later.”

Sangeeta smiled apologetically and thanked us once again for the food.

“Sangeeta aunty was looking for you.” Mom said, as soon as I got home from the college. My ears and my dick perked up immediately, and I asked mom to repeat what she had just said. Sangeeta was having trouble putting away some boxes on the top shelf and asked for my help.

“Isn’t it her husband’s job to do all that?” I asked as if uninterested to do manual labour, while my heart raced to meet her.

“Do you want me to tell her you won’t go?” mom asked me sternly.

“No, no, I’ll go, I’ll go.” I said, putting my bag away. Just hearing Sangeeta’s name hardened my dick a little. I quickly took a bath, put on some fresh clothes and slipped out of the house.

It had been a couple of days since Sangeeta had moved into the neighborhood and we had only exchanged a few smiles and pleasantries. But I had begun jacking off exclusively to her since she had arrived. Every night I would shag, thinking of her jiggling boobs and her shapely ass, hoping I’d get a chance to fuck her, or at least catch glimpses of her naked.

My heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour when I put my hand on the door and knocked. A few seconds felt like long hours. So I knocked again, and I heard a sweet voice from inside, “Coming, coming, stop knocking so many times!”

Sangeeta opened the door looking irritated, but her face unfurled into a smile when she saw me. “Arre Rajesh! Come in come in.” She invited me in. The house was in much better shape that day. All the clutter was cleared and the small hall was tastefully arranged.

“Thank you so much for coming. Do you want some chai? Sit sit!” she said in a bated breath, showing me to her sofa.

“No, aunty, it’s fine, why take the trouble for me.” I said, like all Indians I too was taught to refuse chai- coffee when it was asked for the first time.
“Arre, don’t feel shy, I was making chai for myself anyway.” She slipped into the kitchen leaving me alone in the hall.

Within a few minutes, she brought two cups of chai and some biscuits. It seemed like she was waiting for me to arrive.

“Thanks, aunty!” I said, picking up a cup of tea.

“Aunty?!” Sangeeta laughed, “How old do you think I am?” she asked.
“Umm… maybe, 25?” I said. She actually looked like she was in her 30’s but I was being polite.

“Really?” She said, getting self concious and adjusting her peach colored, sleeveless nighty. “Oh, I don’t look that young!” she said, slapping me lightly on my thighs.
“Really aunty, you don’t look a day older than 25.” I said, a little more confident this time.

Sangeeta blushed and brought the teacup to her lips to cover her tomato red face.

“How old are you really, then?” I asked, sipping on the tea.
“Don’t you know you shouldn’t ask women their age?”

“No, that rule is not valid for beautiful women.” I said and winked at her.
“You are such a flirt!” Sangeeta said, laughing. “35” she said meekly, once she stopped giggling.

“What?” I asked, feigning innocence.
“You heard me. I’m 35 years old.”

“Then there’s nothing wrong in calling you aunty.” I winked at her.
“You!” Sangeeta scooted closer to me and started slapping on my thighs playfully.

“Oww… ok ok, what do I call you then?” I asked her, blocking my thighs with my hands, and interlocking my fingers in hers.
“Just call me ‘Sangeeta'”
“Okay, Sangeeta aunty.” I said, winking at her mischievously.

“You naughty!” Sangeeta pounced on me, trying to free her hands from mine. But I was tightly gripping her hand in mine, and we both fell on the sofa, her soft boobs crushing on my chest, while our hands shielded our crotches. From that angle, I could clearly see her cleavage, which excited me even more.

Sangeeta began struggling over me that she failed to realize the effect she was having on me. All that agitation had aroused my dick and in no time, it began to grow in size. I could feel Sangeeta’s fingers grazing against my hardened dick as she struggled over me, and I began to enjoy it quite a bit. I quickly let go of her hands and hugged her tightly and I could feel her mangalsutra pressing against my chest.

She continued to struggle in my arms, trying to get free. I began grinding my hardness on her crotch, gently. It wasn’t until I accidentally kissed her naked neck did she realize what was happening. I suddenly jerked my dick hardly into her crotch and she let out a soft moan. Sangeeta turned bright red immediately and stopped struggling. She freed her hand from me, got off me and sat next to me in complete silence.

She clasped her legs together, and her hands stuck close to her body, like she was trying to occupy the smallest frame possible. I too sat up straight and fixed my shirt and track pants. I was breathing heavy and my dick was still raging hard. Both of us sat quietly, waiting for our horniness to come down. Sangeeta was still bright red, and she was breathing as heavily as me.

I could feel my dick go limp in a little while, as my breath became normal. I swallowed audibly to break the silence. Sangeeta immediately threw me a look.

“Ummm… mom said you wanted help in putting away some boxes…” I said.

“Oh yeah. They’re inside. Come in, I’ll show you” she said, and walked towards the room like nothing had happened between us just then. I dutifully followed her into the little bedroom. On the floor were three large cardboard boxes, neatly wrapped in brown tape.

She opened the overhead cupboard and asked me to put those boxes in there. I lifted one box with great difficulty, and by the time I put it in the cupboard, I was already breaking a sweat and I was feeling hot. So I warmed up a bit and removed my t-shirt. I wasn’t wearing any baniyan, and my bare body was exposed for the world to see.

Then I noticed Sangeeta ogling at my body shamelessly. I just winked at her, and she turned her gaze away.

“Looks like you go to the gym a lot,” she said.

“No, I just work out at home.” I said, flexing my muscles absentmindedly, observing the changes in Sangeeta’s face. “I go for a jog every morning and an hour of workout at home.” I summarized my workout routine.

I began lifting the second box, when I got an idea. “Come on, don’t jsut stand there, help me a bit!” I said.

Sangeeta obeyed like a slave, and immediately stood by my side and began lending me a hand in lifting the box. Both our hands touched in the process, but neither of us spoke a word.

We did the same for the third box as well. By the time we were done, we had moved close to each other, with just a few millimeters of space between us. Every time Sangeeta breathed, I could feel her huge breasts rub against my chest.

“You know, even I need to exercise. I’ve gained a lot of weight.” she said, pinching the flab on her waist.

“Really? I think you look fabulous as it is.” I said and ran my hand across her abdomen, gently squeezing her. Sangeeta scurried away from me, giggling.

“Stop, it tickles me!” she said.

“Wait, let me see if you need to lose weight!” I said and went close to her again.

I moved my hand towards her, and let my fingertips run over the contours of her waist and thighs. She didn’t move. I held her hand courageously and moved forward, now her chest was delibrately touching mine.

Sangeeta had turned beetroot red by then. She kept her eyes transfixed on the floor beneath us, and stood still without moving.

“Hmmm… looks like a little bit of cardio might help you.” I said, almost whispering into her ears. “Maybe I can help you.. sweat out the fat?” I said, moving close to her. “You know, you can join me for my morning jogs. I can train you… Right now!” I pulled her on me and hugged her tightly.

Sangeeta seemed to melt in my strong arms. My hardened dick was pressing against her warm crotch. I put my lips on hers and immediately began to suck on her tongue and lips. She responded enthusiastically and reciprocated my advances generously.

I grabbed her waist with one hand and with another, I began squeezing her breasts. She moaned into my mouth like a cat in heat, making me go even more crazy.

After kissing her for a while, where both our lips got wet, I grabbed her ass lifted her off the floor and threw her on the bed. I stripped off my pant and got on the bed with her.

I pushed her on the bed, dove under her nighty and peeled off her moist panties with my teeth. Her pussy was clean shaven and was glistening in her juices. I parted the lips lightly with my finger, and Sangeeta shuddered at my touch.

Sangeeta folded her legs, with her knees pointing to the sky and feet planted firmly by my shoulders. I grabbed her ass cheeks for support and continued to explore her love cave with my tongue, casually lapping up her clitoris.

Sangeeta was moaning and biting her lower lip in pleasure. I lifted her nighty higher, exposing her breasts to the open air. I squeezed both her breasts and pinched her nipples. My cock was beginning to get hungry. My tongue travelled higher, leaving a trail of my saliva up her waist to her navel, then to her cleavage, up her neck, till my mouth covered hers, and we began making out like new lovers.

I started bucking my dick into her, trying to find her crevice. Sangeeta snaked her hand under ass, and guided my throbbing, veiny cock into her dripping wet hole.

I thrust hard into her at once, and she let out a small scream, moaning my name. “Aaahh Rajesh…”

I thrust inside her again, and again, picking up speed as I jackhammered inside her. My hands were busy squeezing her fleshy ass and tits. My mouth was busy exploring the taste of her salty, wet skin. Sangeeta writhed under me, her face contorted in various poses of pleasure. Soon, she began gyrating her hips to match my thrusts, making me go deeper into her.

“Aaahh… yes… yesss….” she moaned, “Harder baby, faster… ummmmfff…” she said, encouraging me.

I complied as requested. Soon, she had her arms and legs wrapped around me as I pumped into her. I was almost edging, but I didn’t hold back. Instead, I began pumping harder into her.

“Ufff baby… cum inside me… make me your cum bucket… aaahhh” Sangeeta said. I grabbed her tightly and started fucking her with gusto. With one last thrust, I climaxed thick spurts of my jizz deep into her pussy.

Both of us let go of each other, and I rolled off of her to the side. She was breathing heavily, and her tits were heaving under pressure.

“God, I’ve been wanting to fuck you like that since I first saw you.” I said, kissing her cheek.

“Me too!” she said excitedly and began chewing my lower lip.

“How did you like your workout session?” I asked her.

“I think this is one workout I can stick to.” She replied and buried her face in her hands.

We continued our secret affair for three more years, after which she shifted to another city and we lost touch.